A Waltz For Zizi

A Mountain In Your Room 2.0 Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I was always pushing my kisses under your closed doorAnd you deemed me a fool for that, But I never stopped, I kept shoving themUntil a mountain grew, A mountain in your room.Afraid to face meYou died in that room, And I died outside...Well, not actually, But out hearts did die.